This is it folks. That’s all there is. There isn’t anymore.
This could very well be my last post ever.
For this time tomorrow there could very well be an inch or two of snow accumulation already on the ground with another four or five inches to fall through Wednesday morning.
If I can, I will set up my shortwave and try to communicate with you that way. Of course, batteries can only power my radio unit for a few hours.
After my radio goes dead, the only way I will be able to communicate with you will be through the power of prayer.
In that case, I hope you will harness my supplications from the winter winds of the astral plane and hold Schmoop and I close to your hearts.
While the white death remains some 16-20 hours away, the warning sirens, in the form of speakers sounding, “Clean up Aisle 5.” and “Frozen pizzas need re-stocked in Aisle 12.”, are already shattering the calm of this anxious Monday morning.
The grocery stores are clamoring, filled with the nervous, unwashed masses:
Upon a closer look, many of the denizens of Bagwine are making sure that no one gets in their way as they make certain that their family has food to eat during this crisis:
Sadly, much like during the tribulation and the Second Coming of Christ, even children will be among those left behind:
Schmoop and I will take in those who we can.
Well, we would…I mean unless she stays home tomorrow and we eat, drink, and have blizzard sex all day, but it will be with heavy heart for those left behind, that we will do so.
I must go now, for I must prepare for the impending doom. Wish us well, for Mother Nature and the crazy bitches reaching for the last loaf of bread take no prisoners.
Until tomorrow, should God deem it so, I bid you as always…